BELLE

I don’t remember walking out of his office. All I remember was how his words clung to my skin like frostbite.

“She looks like someone who'd sleep around to climb the social ladder.”

My chest tightened. It felt like a part of me was being ripped apart.

As if that wasn't enough, my brain kept on replaying every damn word like a loop.

“You of all people should know her type doesn't belong here.”

My type.

That is all I'd ever be to him. Some gold-digging whore who was lucky ...